There I was thinking of starting the night prayer and suddenly my eyes caught a glimpse of the night sky. There it was. The lovely moon, outside the cozy house where I was. To my surprise the moon wasn’t the colour which it usually is.

I sometimes assume it is despicable if human beings think that the moon is the same colour throughout the month or the night, well at least they know it changes shape. We unfortunately don’t take the time to see how beautiful and absolutely unique every part of nature is!

Perhaps it is all those coloured lights in the city, or the tall funky looking buildings, or maybe the life style of how busy all humans are these days that serves as a distraction to when nature deserves some attention. At the end of the day it is undoubtedly our fault that we missed it when that purple petunia blossomed from a tiny bud. Again without any objection or confusion it is our loss when we missed the sun set, a mystical and peaceful scene to be truly admired! It is our loss when we missed the moon rise or the time of the day when the sky changed colour from whitish blue to sky blue to dark greyish blue.

Back to where I was, the moon was bright and seemed almost full. The colour on the other hand was something that sought attention. The moon with all its lovely flaws, the dark beauty marks, was a smooth shade of rust with a hint of honey. The miserable yet astonishing part was I had looked at the moon for less than a second. I would have obviously forgotten the whole world and stare at that miraculously alluring moon. However my thoughts which were to be action were interrupted by the sound of this very beautiful, caring and lovely lady, my mother. She had called me to help her with something. I rushed to her with the thought in my mind, to do nothing and without fail take a picture of the moonlit night sky, no matter how cheap the quality of the photo may turn out to be.

As soon as I had reached to where she was about to tell me what my chore was ,I cut her off and spat the words asking her if I could go take a picture of the moon, she obviously had no objection ever to this sort of thing. The only catch was I had to first help her with what she asked me to. I hurriedly started the task and in the middle, I reminded her that I had to go take a picture of the moon. As expected this time with a slightly annoying yet humorous tone she told me that the moon isn’t going to run away, I believed her and had obviously had known that. I knew the night had only begun, but I was bursting with joy, impatiently bursting with joy to be honest, to admire and capture such a pleasing scene.

As soon as I did what my mother had asked me to I just flew to the place where I previously was. To my dismay, the moon was almost entirely devoured by the dark grey blue clouds, the only sign that said the moon was here was the fading light orange scratch on the dark sky. That mark gave me hope that the moon will not instantly, but eventually come out of the dark. I waited and waited and waited some more. Albeit I changed my plan of waiting and started the night prayer, keeping in mind that I will make a quick check after few Rakahs.I did so, to my disappointment and bad luck maybe, even that mark had disappeared and I just had given up! A part of me said you lost the moon tonight, the other side said the nights still young, wait some more. Well, yin yang I guess?

I didn’t wish to keep waiting so I just continued with my Salah. Though I kept searching for the moon after a specific time interval, I didn’t find it. I tried to convince myself to just ignore and forget the scene that had now been instilled in my head. I wish I could re watch it a few billion times till my heart’s content.

I continued what I was doing and after some time I just felt this is going to be the last time I’m going to look. I went to again hope to see that moon, but sadly I didn’t see it. The amazing thing was while looking I just sighed and bent my head a little,out of disappointment, and saw the moon! I felt I could hear my mother’s sentence in my head. The moon had now defeated the dark clouds and was now shining there in front of my little eyes in the position I least expected! Though this time it was light yellowish and shining brighter than before. SubhanAllah!

I was euphoria stricken.

Good things come to those who wait, I suppose. I took a lot of pictures, a lot of which I deleted because of poor quality. The highlight was I was satisfied with myself.

That was good 🙂
Now I shall be stalking you’re blog lol. Jokes.
I love going out at night especially when there’s blackouts and then sitting there in the peaceful atmosphere it’s so silent and it’s just me and the sky 💕

Wow, I loved reading your deep thoughts about the moon, about patience, about admiring the astonishing beauty of Allah creation.. It makes me meditate!
The moon is so mysterious.. I love looking at it as well, I love that it makes me wonder, dream, it makes me feel alive, it makes me feel grateful alhamdoulillah.
And the picture is beautiful even if the quality is not perfect, you took a great pic!
By the way, i really admire the way you love & care about your mother. I wish I had such a loving relationship with mine..
May Allah bless you ya habibati!! ❤️❤️

Jazakillah Khair! I’m so glad you felt all that! ❤
Yes the MOON is just AHMAZING! 😀 SubhanAllah!
Thank you! You always encourage me with your sweet comments.
Alhamdulillah. In sha Allah you will have great time with your mother. ^-^
May He bless you too ya 7elwa. ❤

Btw I might show you some other pics somewhere,some how.
In those pics the moo is there but guess what? The background is PURPLE ❤
Ya3ni banasaji is sooo awesome! *o* But yeah low quality. XD